An Unopened Box

Since we moved, the battery charger for my camera has been M.I.A.

It's been driving me crazy!  Finally today, I decided to tackle one of the final boxes that had yet to be unpacked.  In the back of my mind I felt it was an unimportant box so I let it sit in the back of my closet hidden by clothes.

Opening this box, was like opening a mountain of emotions...all just in search of a camera charger.

All of the pictures of Johnny's life were in this box.  All of my records from the doctors and specialists we saw, just so we could have this precious baby were in this box.  All we have left of little Claire was in this box.  Tiny handprints of the day Marlo was born, and sweet little footprints were in this box.

All this at the bottom of a box of unimportant papers and nic-nacs that need to be sorted through.  Finally after all these things were pulled out of the box, I found the charger.

Such important pieces of who we are and have become these last two years were in a box of things I thought were unimportant.  We didn't pack ourselves this move.  The movers didn't know the difference of things that mattered and did not.  There have been times I have thrown such boxes out, because they are usually not worth my time in sorting.

This box however opened the flood gates of emotion and sent me through a window in time of memories that hurt a mothers heart.

At the bottom though, right before discovering what I hoped to find... Sweet little hands and feet frozen in time from the day Mighty Marlo was born.

Thank you, Lord for offering that light in the midst of my sorrow.

On a side note:  Two doves have been hanging out in my yard for the past couple weeks, staying very close to the house....

Coincidence?  I'm not so sure.   Read about it here.